Summer Love

I love you more with every stubborn look and every defiance.
You make me giggle with joy when you dance, sing
and stand on tables.
I want to twirl around with you but I am afraid.

Afraid of too much. Too much love, too much joy.
I could not bear for it to end.
So I hold back. Snarl a little more than I need to.
Keeping the magic reigned in and reality in the forefront.

I will most likely regret this one day.